Lin Gouzi is ten years old this year, very small, with black skin like charcoal, missing front teeth, and always likes to grin and leak air.

Usually, I live with my grandfather, who is in his seventies, and I don't see meat for two meals a day, but I eat rice, so I don't starve to death at a young age.

"Dog" is not a nickname, but a real name.

Because it is best to feed by a cheap name, there are many peers in the town called What Genzi, Ah Ji, and Ah Mao, all of whom are ordinary and cheap as grass, and they are not worth mentioning.

As one of the teenagers in the town, Lin Gouzi, his mother has long since died, and he was really desperate during the famine six years ago, and hanged himself on the beam of the house.

He was buried on the same day, and people ate the soil for a lifetime, and the soil ate people once.

After burying his mother-in-law, with one less mouth, the food was barely enough to eat, and after the tragic famine with many deaths, Lin Gouzi's father went out to work to make money after a year of depression.

Now it has been more than two years, and the dog's father sends money back once a year for daily expenses and food and clothing.

In the past two years, the father and son have stayed together for more than a month.

This child with a cheap name, who is as cheap as his name, who lived to the age of ten but has not even eaten meat a few times, experienced a very proud thing half a month ago, and even the most dreamy thing is happy.

His grandfather accompanied him to the city once.

For young people who grew up in the countryside, everything in the city can be said to be good, eating, drinking, using, and playing, all of which have never been seen before.

Because he didn't have much money in his pocket, and he had to keep it for dinner, he and his grandfather held a free human field for the storyteller for two hours under the overpass, and they didn't have to take out a copper plate, just listen to it in vain.

In that story, the chapter is called - "Proud Shiqiu Lang entered the Immortal Palace with a sword, and half a hundred years of refining soldiers finally became empty".

The content tells a story that happened about ten years ago.

The protagonist is a young chivalrous man who acts arbitrarily to the point of lawlessness.

The place where it happened was inside a sect called the "Supreme Sword Palace".

After returning to the village, Lin Gouzi, a young man who was quite smart by nature, was full of interest, and with his fresh memory of that book, he played a fun game of role-playing with more than a dozen children of the same age.

"Bah, Qiujin, who sent you here to find me?!"

A fat boy with a fleshy face, holding a wooden branch in his hand, pointed at the nose of the young Lin Gouzi and shouted loudly, putting on a posture of righteous indignation, pretending to be very angry.

"No, no, it's not right for you to be like this."

Lin Gouzi, who was pointed at by Mu Zhi, waved his hand vigorously at this time, frowning, "Have you forgotten your identity?" You are the palace master of the Supreme Sword Palace, a well-known big man in the rivers and lakes, how can you say 'me'? You should call yourself 'Hongu'! ”

The fat boy said "oh", knowing that something was wrong and that his acting was not in line with the characteristics of the character, so he immediately changed his words, and still said to Lin Gouzi with a righteous face: "Who sent you to this palace?" Is there anyone behind the scenes? ”

Lin Gouzi was more satisfied now, crooked the corners of his mouth, smiled, narrowed his eyes, the young man in the town tried his best to lower his voice, and said in a pretended deep voice: "No one, my Qiujin will never send people under the fence, no one in this world can send me, I want to come." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Challenge you."

"Challenge me...... No, no, what is the challenge of 'Hongu' to do? ”

The second fat man holding the wooden branch asked loudly.

"Grab the sword."

After these two words were slowly spoken, Lin Gouzi quickly took off the branch that had been pinned to the waistband of his trousers, held it tightly in his hand, widened his eyes, and said to the fat child: "I want to take away the sword in your hand!" ”

The fat boy sneered, with a disapproving expression on his face, raised his chin proudly, and said contemptuously: "Just because of you, a stinky boy whose teeth haven't grown yet?" ”

"Oops, you're wrong!"

Lin Gouzi was obviously a little displeased, and hurriedly waved his finger to the right way, "It's 'the hair hasn't grown yet', it's not that the teeth haven't grown." ”

The child of the same age named "Er Fat" pouted, "So why are you more serious?" It's pretty much ...... anyway."

"It's pretty much the same, if you talk nonsense like this again, I'll let Wang Qinghong's role be played by someone else!"

Lin Gouzi became more and more dissatisfied with this, "That's what Mr. Storyteller said, the hair hasn't grown together, not a word can be bad, and if it's bad, it's not right." ”

"Okay, I'll try not to make mistakes, don't be angry, dog."

I'm afraid that Lin Gouzi will really not take himself to play in the future, and he is undoubtedly a little panicked at the moment, so he returned to the performance state and changed his words: "Just rely on you, a stinky boy whose hair hasn't grown yet?" ”

Lin Gouzi also started the role-playing game again, tilted his neck, and answered loudly: "Exactly, if you are defeated today, the 'Open Heaven Gate' in your hand will be mine!" ”

The second fat glanced at the wooden branch in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Hmph, presumptuous!" This Open Heaven Gate is the strongest pig sword in the fifty years of our Supreme Sword Palace......"

"It's a forged sword, you put it standardly, and it's not a pig's sword."

Lin Gouzi took the trouble to correct it, he wanted to ensure that there were few mistakes, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

Otherwise, it will damage the majestic image of the idol in his heart, which is greatly inconsistent with expectations.

The second fat let out an "oh" and said helplessly: "The strongest sword...... This sword, which contains endless true meaning of the sword, is an absolute thing, even if I give it to you for free, you may not be able to hold it steadily! ”

"There is a series of, even a white-bearded old man like you can hold it steadily, why can't I hold this sword steadily?"

Lin Gouzi said proudly.

"You are presumptuous!"

A thin child next to him who was in charge of playing the role of a disciple of the palace gate shouted angrily, walked up quickly, opened his throat, and scolded: "You are also worthy of being compared with our palace master?" ”

The fat boy stretched out his hand to stop him as he had said in advance: "Wang Yan, my son, Hugh is as knowledgeable as such an arrogant person, and see how this palace will take his life for a while." ”

The thin boy said "yes", and obediently retreated, and his lines were only these two sentences, and they were gone after speaking, and they were pitiful.

Next, the second fat grinned in a posture that he thought was extremely handsome, and the middle door was wide open, "Come on!" ”

Lin Gouzi nodded and said loudly: "Okay, I'm here!" ”

After saying that, he slammed and rushed forward.

Two young children, one fat and one thin, both fantasized about the world's mighty kendo masters in the martial arts.

Deeply substituted into it, as if he had become a hero in the world with swordsmanship and martial arts.

They used the branches in their hands as swords, fought generously, and began a "wonderful" contest on the field.

The two sides of the fight, Lin Gouzi and Er Fat.

Just like the autumn gold of the previous year, the battle against Wang Qinghong.